Glass half full

let me nourish the glass half full

repress the perturbed thoughts gnawing at you

my warm hands will abet your growth like a tool

but the external noise further succours your unhinged mind.

My tender touch will unveil the hidden termites

urging you to escape the first exit in the maze you find

maybe the stillness between us will subjugate your inbred fear

but you became tepid and yet I still wanted you to become mine.

You sheathe yourself in a tightly wrapped translucent cover

warding off any light that may come near

the absence of sound when our eyes touch

squealed this was one of a kind

but the pickled taste of your words continued to hover

because how could I nourish a glass that was not even half full.